Against a New York landscape teeming with detail and the kind of dead-on observation that is Tom Wolfe's trademark, we meet Sherman McCoy, a young investment banker who's got it all: the right high-paying, high-powered job on Wall Street, the right connections, the right co-op, the right wife and child, the right mistress. Life is good for Sherman McCoy . . . until . . . he's involved in a freak accident in the Bronx. Suddenly, prosecutors, politicians, the press, police, clergy, and assorted hustlers high and low are closing in on him, licking their chops.